This is in San Francisco’s China Town at a Geisha house. It’s a Korean birthday party. I agree this is in Chinatown. They are Oriental. It’s about one year ago in the afternoon on the ocean. They are waiting for someone. They are visiting. They are selling meal tickets outside a restaurant. They are waiting. They have an Oriental restaurant and want people to come and see the girls.
The girl in the center is having a birthday. They are Geisha girls and wait on men. They are not prostitutes. Geisha’s are well trained and educated women but they are not prostitutes. They are entertainers. Let’s call them Emi, Mini and Mi. They are street vendors. They are sisters who live together. They are related. They are cousins, or an Aunt and two nieces who live together.
The boys show up. The girls get up and dance. They get up and go home. The older one takes the money to enter the establishment and the others escort the customers.
I hear dishes clanging and Oriental music playing. I feel happiness. It’s Springtime. It’s damp and breezy. Love is in the air. Be happy!
The girl on the left is chewing the center girl out and she is taken back. The other girl can’t believe what she is hearing. The GIs have gone back to the base. The military police came and took them home. One girl looks happy. They look serious and not relaxed. The one in the orange obi is questioning. The one in blue looks adversarial. The one in orange looks welcoming. It looks like they are wasting time and happy to get their meeting done.
Story created by female and male storytellers at Seaport Landing Community.
September, 2, 2015